No. I would think about other things. I would think about how I was hungry.

I brought some Fritos with me and opened them.

No. Let's be really awesome here and be happy, I thought, crunching into a chip.

I should've brought coffee, was my next thought. Where was my brain? Not so awesome of me.

I wondered if my dog was doing this as I drove away. On my bed. Happy as can be.

Undoubtedly, yes.

Instead, I said to myself:

I get to do this!I get to do things on my own and be capable and cool and unneedy.I get to be in the car with my first born. I get to eat chips --while wearing my slippers and listening to jazz music -- and no one is going to complain about that. Very cool.

Best of all, I get to see this face when I get him.

This post has nothing to do with writing, or books, or anything other than me being a mom.